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Monday, December 21, 2009

Embarrassing self-portrait, Part 2. Not.

Yeah, um, no. Sorry, I can't show off that picture I drew of myself in 1987. I just can't. I gave it a good look and decided although it is not a bad job, it really doesn't look exactly like me. The eyes are too close together, or the smile is too symmetrical.

What really clinched it is the way my daughter walked into the room, saw it propped up against the wall, made a face and, "What is goin' on with that picture???"

But the good news is, it's not as bad as I expected. I didn't get a fright when I unwrapped it after its 17 year exile.

On top of that, I cut down three recycling boxes worth of cardboard that'd been hanging around the old summer kitchen for who-knows-how-long. I feel pretty good about that! Not only am I getting room to store a few things from my house, but my mom can reclaim the old kitchen as her plant potting workshop.

Don't worry about your lack of entertainment though, because I am sure I'll find more things to embarrass myself with. Just give it time. I do dumb things on a regular basis.

Here's an example, a picture taken with the handy-dandy iGadget last week. This is the view from the bus stop at 7:30 am in December:

Look past the pretty view and the nasty wet snow, and notice the squiggly tire tracks. That's how I backed Grandma's car into the bus stop driveway. (Also Tribble got mad cuz the headlights were on and ruined the picture.) So yeah, I've been driving for... let me count... twenty-two years? And I still can't back a car straight. I am going to say it's because this car is one of those newfangled front wheel drive jobbies. Dang it.

So now I think I've mildly embarrassed myself and my girl-child.

Now I must get back to my regularly scheduled workload. I might even start Christmas shopping sometime in the next 4 days. Maybe. If I can come up with my twenty bucks for the year.

5 comments:

My driveway has always had two stone pillers at the end. You learned to back strait or you crashed. Only one person has hit them the whole 23 years my parents have had this house. The key is to use your side mirrors.

Yup, side mirrors! Thing is, I've gotten so spoiled driving the truck for 5+ years... those trailering mirrors with little ones in the corners. I can see where the back tires are. Then I get in a normal car and freak out because I can't even see the wheel wells!

I guess stone pillars at the end of the lane would learn you up real good eh?

Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now. Keep it up! And according to this article, I totally agree with your opinion, but only this time! :)

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I ride, I read, I write. I share my life with a husband, two teenagers, a Pug, a scary house cat, and three horses. Pink is my favourite colour. I used to hate it but then my brain got rearranged and now I like it so much I sometimes dye my hair pink. I'm slightly crazy and I believe we should all stop saying crazy like it's a bad thing. I write novels - like as in, I start them and actually finish them - and I fully intend to be a published author. I teach people how to ride horses for a living, and I love my job! All I ever wanted to do was ride my ponies and write my stories. Hey, that's what I do! Lucky, lucky me. Join me for horses, trucks, Johnny Depp, antidepressants, beer, trashy pop culture, interior desecrating, Jesus, John Deere, and rock stars. Yeeaahhh! We'll laugh and cry, it'll be fun, c'mon.